Take Me With You

Take Me with You
We all know that sometimes God calls us to take a stand in extraordinary ways—times when He may ask us to risk something important to us. But have you ever wondered if the leading you felt to do something just a little bit out of the ordinary was from God? Listen carefully. It may be God wanting to use you for His kingdom and He may only require a small effort on your part. Here is a story of such a time.

When I arrived at work that day, my eyes were drawn to the Bible lying next to me in the front seat of the car. Something about it seemed to speak to me: “Take me with you.” I paused for only a moment. If this was God speaking to my heart I wanted to obey. The urge was so strong I decided that it was more than some thought I had on my own. I felt as though I was being compelled by the Spirit of God.
This Bible was not a small Bible either—something I could tuck into my purse even had I wanted to. Nor would I be carrying in any other books or packages that would make it inconspicuous. However, that didn’t bother me. My Bible was precious to me and the people in my workplace knew that I claimed to be a Christian. Carrying my Bible into work with me was not a hard thing for me to do—just something I was not used to doing.
My desk was in an open area near several others and I placed my Bible on the left where it wouldn’t be in the way of my papers or hamper my ability to work. My day began as usual and soon the strange urge I had was relegated to the back of my mind as I submerged myself in my work.
When lunchtime came I stood up ready to head toward the break area when my eyes fell on the Bible lying there on my desk. Once again, it almost seemed to speak to me: “Take me with you.” Carrying my Bible into the workplace and putting it on my desk was one thing but carrying it with me when I went to eat lunch was something else. It would be more than noticeable there—something to be explained—too obvious to ignore lying on the table next to me. Yet, once again, I felt as though the idea was not of my mind’s own making so I obeyed, picked up the Bible and headed towards the break area.
I regularly sat with two other women friends during the dinner break and soon two of us were eating our lunches. The third young lady, who I will call, Jill, never ate at work, preferring to eat a big meal when she got home. She noticed my Bible lying there, opened it and began to read. For the rest of the mealtime, my studious friend was silent as my other friend and I conversed. I was secretly pleased to see my fellow worker who I knew wasn’t saved and did not attend church, interested in the Word of God.
After lunch was over, Jill handed me my Bible and I thanked her. “You know,” she informed me to my amazement, “That’s the first time I’ve ever actually opened the Bible and read anything out of it.”
I tried to disguise my surprise at her words not wanting to make an issue out of it that might embarrass her. “Really?” I asked pleasantly. “What did you read?”
“I read the account of the creation in Genesis,” she replied.
By this time we had almost arrived back to our work stations. I returned my Bible to the place on my desk, pleased with the outcome—believing I had been used.
I don’t know what may come of Jill’s reading but I am so glad that I obeyed that “still, small voice.” So little was required of me but I have no doubt that the results could be enormous. That’s what I’ve come to believe whenever my Father is involved.